Page 29 of Tell Me Your Desires

“Come here.” Jaime held out a hand—okay, fine, it was an arm she hoped to wrap around Anya, but whatever—and nodded to the space next to her.

She held her breath until Anya shifted to her knees and moved closer.

Jaime then wrapped her up in her arms, but not before she pulled Anya into her lap.

Bold, but if she was being honest with herself, this is what she’d craved to do since they’d moved into the living room.

Anya visibly swallowed when Jaime looked up at her, the uncertainty in the air palpable. “Thanks for being so sweet to me.”

Anya dipped her eyes and smiled. “It’s what you needed.”

Jaime lifted a hand and held it to the side of Anya’s face.

Her skin was surprisingly silk-like, but the real shocker was when Anya pressed her own hand to Jaime’s and leaned into her touch.

Had she been waiting for this moment, too?

Fuck. Jaime ached to touch her in the most intimate of places.

“While I appreciate that you’ve welcomed me in here, you and I both know I’ve been less than kind to you at times.

You don’t owe me a damn thing, but you still did that for me because I suspect that’s just who you are.

” Jaime licked her lips when Anya turned in her lap and effectively straddled her. “I appreciate you, is what I’m saying.”

“I’m aware of how I appear to people on the outside, but this right here…

Jaime, this is the real me. When I’m at home, it doesn’t get any more real than this.

” Anya reminded herself of why Jaime had first come here.

“I work very hard to keep this version of me private.” To keep my personal life private.

“That’s why I was so thrown off by you showing up. ”

“Do you want me to forget your address?” Jaime asked as she gently brushed a thumb across Anya’s bottom lip.

She hoped Anya wouldn’t ask her to leave or dismiss whatever was happening here, but she would respect her wishes.

“I don’t want to, but if this is too much for you and you’d rather I only contact you about police business, I’ll do that for you. ”

Anya studied Jaime’s eyes and the sincerity in them. In this moment, she wanted to kiss Jaime, not ask her to forget her address. Jaime came across as the kind of person who only knew how to be honest. Anything she said to Anya, she meant it. “Jaime.”

Jaime lowered her hand to Anya’s thigh, to the bare skin she so desperately wanted to caress, taste, and lavish with her mouth. Subconsciously, she palmed Anya’s skin. Was she imagining all of this, or had Anya just taken her bottom lip between her teeth? “I think you know what I want.”

For the briefest of moments, Anya had to wonder if Jaime wanted this to be another transaction.

No, she doesn’t strike you as that person, and you know it, Anya thought.

Truth be told, Anya wanted whatever the hell it was Jaime was hinting at this evening, but she had to be sure. “What is this about for you?”

Jaime gazed up at Anya. Her hand was so close to the tie on her robe that she almost tugged on it.

“The start of… something.” Jaime stroked her hands up and down Anya’s thighs, inching a little higher every time.

“Maybe something exciting, I don’t know.

I haven’t thought that far ahead.” Jaime knew that if this was ever going to come to anything, she had to be brave.

She reached out and tugged the tie, holding her breath as Anya allowed her robe to fall open.

When she was met with that delectable skin, Jaime drew the back of her hand up Anya’s stomach and watched with delight as she shuddered.

Then came the moan. Oh, the moan was everything Jaime never knew she needed.

“Fuck.” She looked up at Anya again, far more than appreciative to be here. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

Jaime’s words shouldn’t have set Anya off the way they did, but it was the comment, coupled with the look in Jaime’s eyes, that had Anya grinding in her lap unexpectedly.

She couldn’t recall the last time anything close to this had happened to her.

Was Anya out of her mind? Potentially…probably, but it didn’t change the fact that Jaime’s intense stare had wetness pooling between her thighs.

“So,” Anya said as her body trembled. “Something exciting…”

“I mean, I’m certainly feeling excited right now.

” Jaime tweaked a nipple, and then she leaned in and took the other between her lips.

Her clit throbbed when Anya’s nipple hardened, only encouraging Jaime to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her in closer.

She dipped a hand between Anya’s legs, unable to hold back any longer. “May I?”

Anya held Jaime’s chin in her hand, her eyes dark and intense. “I wish you would.”

Jaime gathered Anya’s wetness on the tips of her fingers as their lips met, a moan spilling into Jaime’s mouth, urging her to offer more.

Jaime wanted to. She wanted to get lost in everything this woman was, but was Anya really interested in what was potentially happening here?

As she pressed herself to Jaime’s fingers, that thought left her mind entirely.

Hadn’t this been all she’d dreamed of recently?

Touching this woman. Tasting her. Hearing her come.

Jaime eased two fingers inside Anya, surprised by the look of sheer bliss on her beautiful face.

Oh, it was one hundred percent a face she could get used to. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Anya whimpered and writhed in Jaime’s lap, enjoying this for what it likely was.

A release, a moment to destress, an encounter that would relieve them of the mess they seemed to be in here.

Maybe Jaime could lie to herself and believe this was going somewhere, but in the light of day, when the passion had settled and Jaime remembered what Anya did at the club, reality would set in.

Wasn’t that precisely why Anya chose to become Lady A?

So things like this wouldn’t happen again?

Wasn’t that just fucking ironic now that Anya could imagine…

something with Jaime. Anya’s emotional decision would come back to bite her on the ass; it always did.

But then, she had to consider if she really knew what Jaime wanted at all.

She had actively sought Anya out on more than one occasion now.

She had paid just to be in the same room as her.

Perhaps Jaime did want to feel that pain and the punishment, but Anya didn’t and couldn’t believe it was the only thing she wanted out of this.

No, Jaime was genuine. Anya felt it in her touch as she slowly eased in and out of her.

“I think about you,” Jaime whispered as she lay open-mouthed kisses across the space below Anya’s breasts. “Every minute of the day, you’re all I’m thinking about.”

“J-Jaime.” The detective’s honesty was almost too much for Anya.

Both physically and emotionally. She hadn’t prepared herself for this kind of sex, but maybe that was for the best. Anya was already in her head when it came to Jaime’s intentions.

Would it be crazy just to let go and enjoy this in the way Jaime was?

Jaime pressed the heel of her hand to Anya’s clit and sucked a nipple into her mouth. “O-oh. F-fuck.”

She released it slowly as she smiled up at Anya. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing or why I’m so drawn to you, but I can’t stop the way I feel, Anya. I’d hope you wouldn’t expect me to.”

Anya swallowed down the emotion lodged in her throat and rode Jaime’s hand. She wrapped her arms around Jaime’s neck, pressed their foreheads together, and nodded slowly. “I want you to take what you need from me.”

Jaime’s heart stuttered. She didn’t know how to take that.

Did Anya think she was only here for this?

Fuck, no. Jaime wanted this to be a regular thing.

She wanted to move on with her life, find a new normal and long overdue happiness, and just…

live. Maybe even love again someday. “And I want you to do the very same.”

Anya silenced Jaime with her lips, her pussy tightening around Jaime’s fingers when Jaime sucked on the tip of her tongue. She fought back a smile, slowly noting in her mind what Anya enjoyed, and then she slipped a third finger inside her.

Anya drew back and gasped, her fingernails digging into the back of Jaime’s neck. “Shit, yes.” She threw her head back when Jaime sank deeper, moaning into the silence of the room.

“This is all I’ve wanted since the moment I walked into your room. To feel you. To know how you taste. The privilege of being in this position with you is not lost on me, Anya. I hope you know that.”

Anya locked eyes with Jaime as she brought her arms from around Jaime’s shoulders, instead holding her face. If she could just memorize this moment and how Jaime’s gaze made her feel, then perhaps something could come of this.

“You’re close,” Jaime whispered as she pressed the heel of her hand a little harder to Anya’s clit.

Jaime wasn’t wrong at all, and the next time she moved, Anya was going to come.

“I’ve imagined this moment, but nothing could come close to the reality of it.

” Jaime craned her neck and nipped at Anya’s bottom lip.

“You’re not the kind of woman I dream about.

You’re the kind of woman I want in the flesh. ”

Jaime’s voice and everything she was saying tipped Anya over the edge, her orgasm roaring through her far more intensely than she thought it would.

She lowered her face to Jaime’s shoulder, shaking against the very woman who had initially believed she was a suspect in her case.

What the fuck was she doing? No, what were they both doing?

“Oh, Jaime.” Anya’s hips slowed as she lifted her head.

Only as she did, Jaime slid out of her and sucked her fingers into her mouth. Fuck, that was hot.

She cleaned Anya from her fingers and then licked her lips. “Mmm. I knew it,” Jaime said, smirking. “I knew you’d taste real fucking good.”

Anya climbed from Jaime’s lap and took her hand. “We’re not finished.”

Instead of wondering where the rest of this night was headed, Jaime took the hand offered to her and rose to her feet.

Their bodies collided in all the most delicious ways possible, and Jaime knew Anya was right.

They were far from finished. She wrapped an arm around Anya’s waist and pulled her flush against her as Jaime whispered, “Lead the way.”